


Whatever It Takes

by parkeratheart



Category: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)
Genre: Angst, Crying, Feelings, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Gen, Hurt Peter Parker, Michelle Jones Struggles With Feelings for Peter, Night Terrors, PTSD, Peter Parker Likes Michelle Jones, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker PTSD, Peter Struggles With Feelings For Michelle Jones, Peter Wants Everything To Stop, Post-Spiderman Homecoming - Freeform, Precious Peter Parker, Sad, Spider-Man Homecoming spoilers, Struggling, Tony Comforts Peter, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Feels, Tony Stark Has A Heart, spider-man homecoming - Freeform
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-07-14
Updated: 2018-07-16
Packaged: 2019-06-10 13:16:08
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 3
Words: 4,029
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15292329
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/parkeratheart/pseuds/parkeratheart
Summary: Sometimes, people will do whatever it takes to try to help.Sometimes, people go through trauma.Peter is no exception.But he's trying.He's trying to be the best he can be.





	1. Broken

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> A sudden jolt of fear snapped Peter awake. He was in his room. There was no fallen roof. Peter took in several shaky breaths to try to calm himself down.
> 
>  _It was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream,_ he kept telling himself as he pressed his palms against his eyes. He rubbed his forehead with his grey shirt sleeve, trying to rub off all the sweat that was dripping down his face.
> 
> (Edited as of 03/19)

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> First chapter!
> 
> Enjoy ;)

_“But then again, I wasn’t really trying to.”_

_Peter’s head whipped around as Vulture’s wing span cut through the last of the concrete pillars supporting the roof. He looked up, and the whole roof was crashing down on top of him. He threw his hands up to protect his face as the concrete slammed into him._

_He almost went unconscious. But he wished he did. The pain in his back was unbelievable._

_“Hello?!” Peter screamed. He tried to move, but it hurt. “HELLO!?” he tried, louder._

_No one was coming. He was going to die here._

 

A sudden jolt of fear snapped Peter awake. He was in his room. There was no fallen roof. Peter took in several shaky breaths to try to calm himself down.

 _It was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream,_ he kept telling himself as he pressed his palms against his eyes. He rubbed his forehead with his grey shirt sleeve, trying to rub off all the sweat that was dripping down his face.

The cracked concrete pressing him down on the hard ground. Water. A lot of water. And blood. Pain. Screaming for help, knowing that no one could hear him.

Peter shoved his hand over his mouth hard to smother the loud sob that wanted to escape and tears streamed down his face.

Eventually, he gave up and dropped his hand away from his face and sobbed. 

-

Tony snapped awake to a loud sob coming from Peter’s room. He wrangled the quilt off himself and hurried towards the sound and flung Peter’s door open.

“Pete?” 

The kid was curled into a ball, tangled in a blanket. The moonlight lit up his face enough for Tony to see the red, puffy eyes that replaced the once bright and innocent ones and hair that was a wreck. His head hung in his hands as his body heaved while he sobs caused his body to heave.

“Pete?” he repeated, louder this time. Peter’s head turned in the direction of Tony’s voice. He took a heavy breath in and sat up in his bed. He looked absolutely terrified.

Tony scrambled to sit down next to him and rested his hand on his back, gently rubbing in circles.

Peter was shaking like a damn motorbike.

-

 _Tony_ Peter’s mind commented. _He’s here. Why is he here?_

He could still feel the concrete stabbing into him. And the blood and water. It was like one of those horrible fever dreams, except he wasn't sick and wasn't burning up with a fever. Peter pressed his palms against his eyes with trembling hands.

“Peter, what’s wrong?” Tony asked softly, his hand on Peter’s shoulder now.

“It was . . . the- the night of Homecoming,” Peter managed, while a few tears leaked from his eyes. “I tried to s-stop Vulture, but I-I didn’t realize what he was doing and he . . .” Peter stifled another sob. “Oh _god,_ he- he dropped a building on me.”

Tony’s hand tensed up. Peter realized that he had started crying again.

-

_The top of the building collapsed on top of me._

“Oh my God,” Tony whispered. Peter was crying hard. He must have had a flashback.

“The concrete was slammed into me,” Peter continued, using his fingers to wipe away the tear remains on his face. “I was stuck. I cried for help. No one came for me. _No one came._ ”

“Kid,” Tony said softly, pulling Peter’s head in towards his chest.

“I couldn’t do _anything_ ,” Peter cried, sobbing into Tony’s chest.

Tony carded his fingers through Peter’s hair and slid his other arm around his body. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, kid,” Tony murmured. Peter’s whole body shook while he cried in Tony's black graphic t-shirt. “You’re safe now. I’m here.”

He heard Peter taking in some big gulps of air in between heartbreaking sobs. His chest was falling and rising drastically as he tried to regain calmness. “Peter,” Tony started, taking Peter’s cheek in his hand at arm’s length so he could face him. He gently brushed away his tears with his thumb. “You're safe. I promise you, you're safe.” Peter sniffled and blinked more tears out of his eyes. "Anything I can do to help?"

-

Something snapped.

“I just need everything to stop!” Peter cried collapsing in Tony’s arms again. “I need it all to stop.” His voice weakened at every word. He didn’t want to say it, but, “How am I supposed to live like this? I’ll never be able to sleep again.”

He felt Tony embrace him tightly. 

He wanted to cry forever. He wanted to sleep. He wanted the whole thing to erase from his memory.

_Concrete. Water. Pain._

Tears kept spilling on his eyes whilst he tried to wipe them away, but they kept pouring out, one by one.

-

“You want . . . _everything_ everything, to stop?” Tony asked, his voice breaking. 

_Everything?_

Tony pressed both hands against both Peter’s cheeks to look him in the eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

 

“I-I didn't mean _everything_ everything,” Peter said softly. A couple tears escaped which Tony wiped away gently. “I just need people to stop trying to kill me by dropping a huge concrete roof on me and leaving me to die.”

He says those words like they’re sour.

-

_Dropping a huge concrete roof on me and leaving me to die._

Those words sounded so harsh when they came out. So painful. But it was harsh and painful. He felt the concrete slam into him again and let out a sob. He didn’t mean to, but it just came out.

Tony was holding him in his arms again.

“Breathe, kid,” Tony soothed. “Just breathe. Focus on me.”

His heart felt like it was about to explode. It was racing so fast, but he took a huge breath in. It was somewhat steady, which surprised him. 

“There you go. Breathe.”

Tony’s hand was rubbing circles on Peter’s back. The gesture was gentle and oddly calming. He was slowly dozing off. His exhausted and terrified body needed sleep.

He felt Tony gently laying him back down in his bed, pulling a blanket over him. Peter’s breathing became more shallow as the minutes went on. The nightmare seemed to leave him for a while. Tony’s glowing blue circle in his chest peeked through his shirt, giving off a dim blue glow.

“I’ll be right here, Peter,” Tony assured. Peter was only half-sure he heard that correctly. “Just sleep. I’m right here if you wake up. I’ll be with you.

"I promise." 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> This was soooo fluffy. Almost TOO fluffy.
> 
> Stick around for more updates. Thanks for reading!! 
> 
> Don't be afraid to leave some kudos or nice comments ;)


	2. Hurting

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> At least, it was normal until he saw the Homecoming banner being taken down from the cafeteria wall.
> 
> _Homecoming night._
> 
> The Vulture.
> 
> Concrete. Water. Blood. Pain.
> 
> Screaming for help. No one coming. No one knew.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> New chapter out now! Hope you enjoy! This one is longer than the previous one ;)

School was going to be difficult.

Peter could already tell.

The weekend was over. But everything was still hitting him from all sides. Especially the constant night terrors.  
Thank God for Tony Stark.

When Peter rolled out of bed that morning, he knew that he had not gotten enough sleep. His eyelids felt heavy and his legs didn’t want to move.  
  


He had a night terror the previous night, but it wasn’t quite as bad as some of the previous ones had been. He didn’t wake up screaming, so Tony had no idea. He just woke up nearly drowning in sweat.

He dressed himself in the first shirt and pair of jeans that came to hand.

Tony was already in the kitchen, sipping coffee out of a mug.

He smiled warmly at him as Peter walked in.

Peter pulled out Lucky Charms from the cupboard and poured himself a bowl. The milk was already on the counter from Tony’s coffee.

“And you’re sure you’re all good for school today?” Tony asked as Peter sat down.

“Mmmhmm,” Peter said through a mouthful of cereal. 

They didn't say anything else until Peter finished.

“Happy can give you a ride,” Tony announced as Peter finished. “You got everything you need?”

“Yep,” Peter responded, slipping his backpack over his shoulders. “Bye.”

Tony raised his hand to wave good bye right before Peter slipped out the door.

Happy, as Tony had said, was waiting in a sheer, black Audi.

Upon arriving at school, everything seemed so _normal._ When he unlocked his locker, Ned was there telling him about a new LEGO set that they could build sometime. When he was in class, MJ was there reading. Flash would give him a snarky comment and call him Penis Parker. At lunch, he sat with Ned and MJ.

At least, it was normal until he saw the Homecoming banner being taken down from the cafeteria wall.

_Homecoming night._

_The Vulture._

_Concrete. Water. Blood. Pain._

_Screaming for help. No one coming. No one knew._

“Hey, Parker, you okay?” MJ asked with her chronically sarcastic toned voice suddenly concerned.

Peter’s hands were against his face and sweat was dripping from his hairline. Everything felt like it was going to collapse again. He felt like the roof was going to drop and crush him and leave imprints in his back again and oh _god._

_“But then again, I wasn’t really trying.”_

_Crash. Crumble. Scream._

“Peter?” It was Ned's voice now

Peter was on the floor now with his arms over his head and in a shaking ball. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Peter, what’s going on?”

Ned helped him stand by clasping an arm around his bicep and hauling him to his feet.

All the stuff in his head combined with the realization that he had just had a _panic attack_ in front of the entire cafeteria made him shove his friend away. “I-I’m sorry . . . I have to . . .” He needed to get _out._

He sprinted out of the cafeteria and out the doors of the school, heading for the bleachers.

“Peter!” exclaimed Ned’s voice as he ran behind him. 

Peter finally stopped running when he reached the bleachers. He leaned against his shaking hands which rested on the third step. _If I can’t even look at a Homecoming banner without freaking out, what the hell am I going to do?_  
  
“Peter,” Ned said breathlessly stopping beside him. MJ stopped at his other side. “What happened?” He placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder and, with more gentleness in his voice, added, “Are you okay?”

“N-No,” Peter responded, tears building up in his eyes.

_Concrete._

_Blood._

_Everything hurting._

“You had a panic attack,” MJ pointed out. She didn’t touch him. She just stood there with her arms crossed. “What was it about?”

_You don't know I'm Spider-Man._

“I-I _can’t_ . . .” Peter choked out. The image was still fresh in his head even as he shook it to try to wipe it away. “I-I’m s-sorry but I . . . I can’t.”

“You can’t say it?” MJ inquired. “Why?”

“Is it about . . .” Ned didn’t finish, but Peter knew what he meant. He nodded in response.

“About _what?_ ” MJ snapped. “Come on, Parker.”

“Shut up!” Peter suddenly shouted, facing her. She didn’t even flinch. Her expression hardly changed; her eyebrows just raised the smallest bit. “Leave me alone!”

“Based on your current emotional state, I think that’s the last thing we should do,” MJ said neutrally.

Ned was then pulling him in for a hug. Peter's head pressed up against his friend's shoulder and he raised his arms to wrap them around Ned's torso, trying desperately to keep the tears in.

“Peter,” MJ said sharply. Peter looked up from Ned’s shoulder. “You’re Spider-Man, aren’t you?” Peter tensed up and felt Ned tense up too. They released from the hug and looked at MJ in shock.

“I suspected it before, but this confirms it,” she continued. “Based on the events in Washington, and then Homecoming, and then the Decathlon meeting after Liz moved, and now this? Come on, Peter.”

“I . . . you . . . what?” Peter stuttered.

“So, is this,” she gestured to him, clearly referring to his previous panic attack in the cafeteria, “is about Spider-Man?”

Ned gave him a look saying, _I didn’t tell her anything._

Peter looked down at his sneakers as he nodded slowly. “The guy with wings . . . Liz’s dad . . . he . . . um, I-I went after him . . . a-and he dropped a concrete roof on me.” He started to shake again.

_No, no no no no. Don’t start freaking out, don’t stark freaking out, don’t—_

Within seconds, MJ was hugging him. 

He hesitantly put his arms around her. The Vulture seemed to slip from his mind. _How come this helps out of all things?_

“I’m sorry, Peter,” MJ said, her voice hinting at sympathy, as she released him.

“I-I’m okay,” Peter said shakily. “Thanks.” 

“Are you okay to go back inside now?” Ned asked cautiously.

“I-I think I’m gonna call Tony to pick me up,” Peter responded sadly. 

“All good, Parker,” MJ said smiling. “We’ll see you tomorrow, probably.”

Peter pulled out his phone and smiled at them as they walked back inside.

-

“You had a panic attack at school?” Tony repeated over the phone.

“Can you pick me up?” Peter asked on the other end.

“Sure, kid, I’ll be there soon,” Tony responded.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark, bye.”

Tony clicked the end button and sighed. This kid was gonna be the death of him. He climbed into his car and sped off to Midtown High to see a trembling Peter Parker standing outside the front door.

He got into the passenger seat without saying a word and turned to look out the window.

It was Tony who broke the silence.

“You alright?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Peter sighed in response.

“What happened?” he tried.

“I just . . . I saw a Homecoming banner and somehow it triggered a flashback,” Peter answered, slowly and quietly. He put his face in his hands. “I’m so messed up.”

“You’re not messed up,” Tony corrected in a gentle voice. “You’re just hurting. Hell, I still get panic attacks from my near-death experience in New York.”

Carrying the nuke through the wormhole to save everyone, thinking that it would be his last moment. A heroic last moment at least. But, he survived. However, his PTSD nearly costed Pepper her life, which was something he’d never forgive himself for.

“Hurting?” Peter barked a bitter laugh. “I’m hurting? More like I’m shattered. Broken into a hundred pieces.” Tony was about to respond when the kid continued talking. “No, you’re right. I’m hurting. A lot. I still can’t sleep.”

“How many hours have you been getting?”

Peter bit his lip and looked at the floor. “Two or three.”

Tony nearly slammed his head into the steering wheal. _“Two or three?”_

“I know, I know,” Peter whispered. “Every time I sleep, I get nightmares and have to relive it _all over again._ Every time. So, now when I wake up, I don’t go back to sleep. It’s bad, I know. It’s really bad.”

Tony opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with something to say back.

Peter shook his head. “This is stupid, I’ll just go back inside . . .” He reached for the car door but stopped when Tony locked it with a flick of his finger. Peter sighed and leaned back into his seat. “No . . . I’ll come home. Th-thanks, Tony.”

“Sure, kid.”

They said nothing the entire ride home.

Peter wanted to go straight to his room, but Tony stopped him before he made it to the elevator. “Kid, wait,” Tony said, holding Peter’s arm. The kid looked at him expectantly. “Look, I know you’ve told me about what happened to you. But, I think you should talk to me about it more.”

Peter shook his head. “It hurts too much.” He was looking away.

“I know, but talking about it will make it hurt less,” Tony returned gently. He reached out and hugged the teenager, tightly embracing Peter to his chest.

Peter melted into the physical affection. Tony realized that Peter _needed_ this. He needed the affection. It was what calmed him down.

After a second or so, Peter’s phone buzzed. Tony raised his eyebrows and plucked Peter’s phone out of his pocket before Peter could snatch it back. “Hey!” Peter exclaimed as Tony looked at the screen.

“Who’s MJ?” Tony asked. Before Peter could answer, he read the text out loud. “ _Hey, Peter. I want you to know that Ned and I are always here to help you. Hit us up when you need someone, okay?_ ” Tony shifted his gaze to Peter. “She put a heart at the end.”

Peter’s blushed. “MJ is my friend.”

 

Tony raised his eyebrows higher. “Just a friend, huh?”

 

“Yes!” Peter exclaimed without skipping a beat and grabbed his phone back. “Yes, we’re friends. Just friends.” And with that, he escaped into the elevator and the doors closed before Tony could get another word out of him.

-

_Maybe I do like MJ._

_But I shouldn’t. She’s my friend. She helped me today. Maybe that’s what tipped me into this confusing state of mind._

He texted her back.

**Peter/ thanks, MJ. It means a lot to me. Thanks for helping me today, btw**

The elevator doors opened and Peter walked into his room, shutting the door behind him.

His phone buzzed again right as he flopped down onto his bed. The text was from Ned.

**Ned/ hey, Peter. You doing okay?**

Peter sighed before texting back.

**Peter/yeah, I guess. Thanks btw**

**Ned/I’m totally happy to help.**  
**Ned/I think MJ likes you  
**

Peter’s heart skipped a beat.

**Peter/what? Why?**  


**Ned/the way she acts around you is totally different from how she acts around everyone else. She’s always so neutral. But she totally hugged you today and she wasn’t completely mono-toned like she always is.**

**Peter/that’s… that’s true, I guess**

**Ned/do YOU like her?**

Peter wanted to throw his phone out the window. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about MJ yet. Tony’s comment made him anxious and nervous, not like usual. And when she hugged him, it felt like the world could somehow be better in that brief moment.

Only Tony’s hugs made him feel that way, and Tony was the one taking care of him.

**Peter/I’m… not sure how I feel about her**

**Ned/omg you totally like her!!!!!** <

**Peter/Ned, calm down. Maybe I do. I’m not sure**

**Ned/OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!**  
**Ned/let’s talk at school tomorrow**  
**Ned/if you’re… going tomorrow  
**

********

**Peter/ I think I am. Bye Ned**

********

Again, totally unsure about his feelings for MJ.

********

But they were leaning towards ‘Yes, I do like her.’

********

But he couldn’t do that to her. He was too much of an emotional and physically mess. He always screwed it up with Liz, who wasn’t really even his friend to begin with. But MJ was one of his better friends.

********

And with his panic attacks and constant PTSD about The Vulture . . .

********

**MJ/ happy to help, Peter. Always here for you ;3**

********

. . . what was he going to do?

********

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> There wasn't very much Irondad in this one, sorry. I wanted to focus more on Peter dealing with his PTSD at school, because, you know, that's where Homecoming (the movie and the dance) took place.
> 
> Don't be afraid to give kudos or nice comments <3


	3. Healing

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Healing was going to be a long process.
> 
> But Peter was damn sure the process would start now.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Last chapter!! Hope you enjoy ;)

The sleepless nights were starting to get better.

Peter would still often get night terrors, but they weren’t as bad as usual. One night he got a full night’s sleep. It felt like the best thing in the world.

_“Mr. Stark! I slept through the whole night!” he had chirped at Tony with a huge smile on his face._

_“That’s awesome, kid!” Tony had responded happily, taking Peter in for a hug._

School was getting better, too.

MJ and Ned were _so supportive_. He had such amazing friends. They often asked how he was doing and if they could help in any way.

This lunch was a little bit different. Ned had to retake a test, so it was just Peter and MJ.

_Wonderful._

“What’s the cheat code again?” MJ asked, handing Peter her 3DS.

Peter smiled and punched it in for her.

_I do like her._

_Oh crap. Oh god, Peter. What are you doing?_

“You okay?” MJ cocked her head at him, and he realized he was just holding the DS in his hand while looking at her.

Peter shook his head and snapped out of it. “Huh? Yep. Yup. I’m good.” He handed the DS back to MJ who hesitantly took it from him. She eyed him curiously.

“What’s up?” MJ asked, resting her arms on the picnic table.

_Of course she knows something is up. She’s MJ._

Peter took a breath. If Ned’s suspicions were true, then MJ liked him too. “Listen, I . . . kind of . . . I’ve been really, like . . . I’ve been thinking of my panic attack in the cafeteria the other day.”

“Oh?” MJ inquired. “You okay?”

“O-oh, yeah. I'm fine about that. I mean, I’ve b-been thinking of y-you . . . you know, hugging me,” Peter stuttered. “Because you, like, never show affection. I mean, I’ve never seen you. I mean, not like you're not nice and stuff but like I've never seen you hug anyone.” He was babbling so much that he wanted to throw himself out a nearby window.

“Uh huh,” MJ said, folding her arms. “What are you saying?”

“I . . . like, _like_ you,” Peter said softly, rubbing his arm awkwardly.

MJ’s eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened. “You do?” Peter nodded and looked away. “Well, Parker, this is interesting, because I like you, too.”

About a thousand weights dropped into his stomach and his head felt like it was floating. 

MJ, who was one of his best friends, _liked him back._

“Wow,” Peter breathed.

MJ chuckled. She stood up and opened her arms. Peter smiled and accepted her hug. They hugged for a solid ten seconds minute. “Thanks for being there for me,” Peter said, his voice muffled by her bomber jacket.

“Any time,” she responded, and even though he couldn’t see her, he knew she was smiling. 

When he got home, everything felt okay.

He was dealing with his stupid PTSD. Tony was there for him whenever he needed him. And MJ liked him back. Everything felt good. For the first time in a long time.

“Peter, you look like you just won the lottery and got a Christmas Day puppy in the same minute,” Tony said when Peter was buttering a piece of toast probably too enthusiastically.

“Something magical happened today,” Peter said, the huge smile not leaving his face for one second.

“Oh yeah?” Tony said. “What happened?”

Peter felt like he was about to burst. “MJ likes me back,” he nearly squeeled, not sure if he’d be able to keep that in without going insane. Tony raised his eyebrows and smiled. “She told me at lunch.”

“Wow, nice,” Tony applauded. “Was she the girl that sent you that text?”

“Uh huh. She's awesome. I . . . I really like her."

Tony chuckled. "Just use condoms."

Peter whirled his head around and gawked. "Wha- Tony!"

Tony burst out laughing. "Now I can tease you forever." 

"I'm not interested in _sex_ right now!"

That only seemed to make Tony laugh harder.

Peter rolled his eyes but found a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

When he was in the peace and quiet of his room, he pulled out his phone and texted Ned.

**Peter/NED MJ LIKES ME BACK!!!**

Ned responded within two heartbeats.

**Ned/WHAT?!?! OMG WHAT HAPPENED?**

**Peter/I TOLD HER AT LUNCH AND THEN SHE SAID SHE LIKED ME TOO!!!!!!**

**Ned/OMGOMGOMGOMG**

**Peter/I’m so happy**

**Ned/I’M HAPPY AND I’M NOT EVEN THE ONE WHO EXPERIENCED THIS**

**Peter/we can talk tomorrow**

**Ned/yessss!!!!**

**Peter/lol bye**

Peter’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

He looked over at his Spider-Man suit on the top shelf in his closet. He hadn’t been out of patrol since he was attacked by The Vulture

He walked over, grabbed it, and looked into it’s black and white eyes.

He soon found himself standing in front of his full length mirror wearing the suit from head to toe. It felt so good to have it back on.

It was time to move on from this.

It was time to man up and not let the PTSD interfere with what he did. People needed him, and he couldn’t just abandon that because of this.

Ned. Tony.

MJ.

People that he cared about didn’t deserve this either.

He needed to get back out there and heal.

Peter walked up to his window and opened it, breathing in the Queens air. Then he leapt out and swung through the streets.

Healing was a long process.

But Peter was damn sure the process would start now.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> And there you have it!
> 
> I'm sorry this chapter was short, but I decided going with something small to wrap everything up would be the best idea.
> 
> I hope you enjoyed my small story. Stick around for the next part of my series.
> 
> Don't be afraid to leave kudos and nice comments :)

**Author's Note:**

> HI. This is me four months after I posted this, and it was my third story ever posted on AO3 (one of them I redid because my god was it bad) and I am kinda cringing at this..... I don't like the writing style I chose at all now. Did you guys like it? I dunno anymore XD


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